The old house of the Fu family stood tall in the most expensive part of downtown, past the layers of prosperity, and nestled in a secluded section of the city.
From a distance, the lampposts in the courtyard were bright and as radiant as the daytime.
Vague figures could be seen moving about in the shadows.
Eventually, the car stopped at the gate of the mansion.
Uncle Ming came out to welcome immediately and respectfully opened the car door.
He bowed to Fu Chi, "The master is already waiting inside."
Fu Chi responded with a nonchalant hum, and then led Jiang Ruan into the house himself.
Entering the house,
Fu Tingyuan was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, wearing a pair of reading glasses. Time and experience had honed his bearing to an extraordinary steadiness, radiating authority, even in his twilight years.
The old man looked up at the two of them.
With seemingly kind features, he beckoned them over.
"Come, sit, warm yourselves up as the weather's cold."
